traditional parenting works just like the government.
there is little transparency and imperfect information in economic terms.
there is always an imbalance of knowledge and power, where the ones above rarely feel the obligation to uphold a true mutually beneficial and edifying two-way relationship with their dependents.
and when they feel their power to control slipping and their glory to command respect waning, when their ability to demand unquestioning submission starts to decline, they desperately grab on to whatever object, ideology or principle that is left to defend their throne in quicksand.
empty threats, implicit notions of remember-you-still-depend-on-me-for-survival.
to some point, it makes you feel sad for them but it also reminds you well not to walk down that same pathetic path of dictatorship.
paris.
something is moving.
a work started or a response finally made?
a break and a restoration.
something good is stirring.
but is it too late to start afresh.
i honestly hope not.
let Him move and let all of us respond.
i close my eyes when i go to bed
and i dream of angels that make me smile
i feel better when i hear them say
everything will be wonderful someday.
perfection at 11:20 PM
in a time of this ideological battle.
there will be a winner and a loser.
it has pit comrades against each other and created deeper, more visible fault lines.
a battle is a battle, entailing pride and bloodshed.
for many, it has gone out of hand.
may it leave as swiftly as it came.
relishing in the freedom of obligations gone.
and the thing i really appreciated most was the freedom to dwell on my thoughts.
to fully immerse myself in my less-than-academic thoughts of life, of people.
no more guilt when i choose to pursue the fascinations that so capture my imagination.
appalling, such an unnecessarily blaring outcry.
revealing an utter lack of insight and awareness; an inability to fathom a world outside your own.
no argument over physical exposure, but your mental and psychological exposure is surely in a deficit.
maybe intolerance is not the right word to account for such reactions, more like being uncomfortable and unsettled.
to know that someone out there doesnt fit within the nice little categories you're so used to.
just because you cant imagine it, doesnt mean it doesnt exist or that its not possible.
no excuse, really.
for there are others who arent psychologically trained too but have the empathy and open-mindedness that you clearly know nothing about.
five more weeks is such a drag.
but the reward is worth the wait.
you treat me just like another stranger
well its nice to meet you, sir
i guess i'll go, i best be on my way out
ignorance is your new best friend.
perfection at 12:32 AM
